Year || 503 Season || Winter Temp || -10℉ (-23℃) to 55℉ (12℃) Weather || Winter has left a blanket of pristine white snow in many parts of Novus. Only Solterra remains mostly untouched by the season's frosted hold, but even the desert may feel a cold breath of wind now and then. With Winter now settled across the continent, dreams of Spring dance in the minds of many.

The entire keep has been turned into one large mystery. Silks hang from almost every corner and flutter in the hot summer breezes like a hundred, brightly colored dragon wings. Music drifts throughout the entire castle, strains that go from haunting and slow to wild and rabid in some pattern no mortal could ever learn. Performers scattered through the crowd are the only ones not hidden away by masks and costumes. Everything about the Masquerade Ball suggests that reality is nothing more than a dream and anything could happen here... The only limit on what anyone can be is their own creativity.